Son of Sam bitch, I'm surgical
I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act
Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'
M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Yo slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
LL told me to, "Rock the Bells"
Thought money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse
When the Uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
To these kids, psyche}
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
When we confuse hip-hop with real life, when the music stops
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Man, I hate this crap
NWA said, "Fuck the Police," Now I'm in jail
When the music stops
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see saw battlin'
With Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock
Death itself, it can hurt me
To awake neighbors for acres
The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
There's too much on my plate, I came way
Nigga, you're a goner at night when the music stops
Ain't no gettin' rid of McVeigh, if so you woulda tried
Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
Ninety three was strictly R and B
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog
Deliver that shit that coroner's like
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out
{Music reality
I'm reachin' for the glock but the music stops
You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight
"What the fuck, you take me for a joke? You smokin crack?"
Publishers: DERTY WERKS, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., FEEMSTRO, FULLPROOF PUBLISHING, IDIOTIC BIZ, MCVEY MUSIC, RUNYON AVENUE MUSIC
Too far in this game to turn and walk away
If I was you niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
Music has changed my life in so many ways
'Fore I put some wack shit out
Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish leap
I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy
'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife
But we, as entertainers have a responsibility
I'm allergic to dyin', you think not?
Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties
Brain's confused, been fucked since the fifth grade
Or make the news, betcha all y'all move
I just want my face in a paper
I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark
Y'all steady tryin' to drown a shark
Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
No girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
Fuck shootin' I'm just tryin to knock his teeth out
If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?
And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
I'm not what you think
Ludacris told me to throw them bows
I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark diligently
Hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life
Could never be the lead off batter
And not say what I got to say
Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
Let's see, how many of your men loyal?
I was happy havin' a deal at first
Instigators, turn pits in cages
I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Penz oil
In the dark my dogs all bark like Woof!
Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man
Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga
Tossed in the paddy wagon, braggin' about how you shouted
Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark
Songwriters: Von M Carlisle, Ronald Feemster, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus B Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Damn, when you slam into the wall
The only way I'm leavin' this bitch, is suicide
I can't stay away from a razor
Would you feel sorrow or show love or would it matter?
Michael Jackson who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues
Flyin' down Sunset smokin' crack
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends
I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz